The Machinery of Night

Posted 1:06 PM by Angie Schultz

The Last Night of the World

If you're paying any sort of attention to world events, Iran's creepy president, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, has you on edge. Even if he weren't playing footsie with the UN over his country's nuke program, his predictions of Israeli destruction and his nutty religious rhetoric ought to be enough to give you the shivers.

Unless, of course, you're a member of the media, in which case George Bush's occasional utterances of "God Bless America" are a sign of terrifying God-addled dementia, but Ahmadinejad's references to serene green light and the Twelfth Imam are just so much standard boilerplate rhetoric for domestic consumption.

Well, tomorrow's the day Iran has promised to respond to Yet Another attempt to get them to give up their nuke program. So far all their responses have been, "No." So why take well over a month to say No one more time?

Some say that Aug. 22 corresponds to the date in Islamic mythology when Mohammed was taken on the back of a flying horse, first to "the farthest mosque", and then to heaven and back. Ahmadinejad may well believe this is an especially auspicious -- in the original sense of the word -- day for some sort of mischief.

But that's crazy, right? No one would believe that.

Right?

Just in case, here's a little photo to contemplate. It's last Friday's photo with the color levels jiggered. I was fooling around with the pictures one day and created this by accident. I liked it so much I decided to keep it.

I call it, "The Last Night of the World".

By the way -- in Iran, it's already tomorrow.

Sweet dreams!

UPDATE: Allah says cut it out already.

Meantime, the Flea has found a true sign of the Apocalypse:

Iä! The Gods Are Crazy! Iä! The Stars Are Blind!
Iä! Iä! Hilton!